We all flew to Fairbanks yesterday to visit Tracey’s folks. As you can see in the picture below, we don’t travel light anymore.

Let me tell you, if you ever want to get lots of attention and start conversations with random strangers, pick up a cute kid and walk through an airport. Of course our kid is extra cute, so we get extra attention.
However, the “aw, he’s a cutie” and “isn’t he a sweet little boy” were short lived once we got on the plane. Shortly after takeoff, Kian let loose and started screaming like mad. We’re not sure why. Could have been that it was stinking hot on the plane, or his tummy didn’t feel well, or who knows. This was his fourth plane trip and he usually does really well. Not this time though. We did all the same things, nursed him on the way up for his ears, etc. But something wasn’t quite right and he soon became that kid. You know, that kid that won’t stop screaming. That kid that people who have never been parents can’t figure out why his parents can’t get him to be quiet. At first everyone tried to ignore it, assuming it would all subside soon. Then, while we were frantically trying anything and everything in our parenting toolbox, the subtle hints started coming out. The guy in front of us asked the flight attendant for earplugs. The guy next to him offered us Mounds chocolates. Why? We have no idea. Maybe he thought chocolate would quiet a 5½ month old. Maybe he felt bad for us. Nice gesture though. The pregnant lady in the row next to us looked terrified about what she had coming. Then I spotted the look. The look came from five rows up. A woman was staring at us, like we were bad parents and even worse human beings for obviously ignoring the needs of our son and letting him scream. Okay, maybe it wasn’t that bad. But there was definitely a prolonged stare, and when you on the receiving end of that stare, it feels like the whole plane is about to rally against you. It certainly made me want to take back any frustrated stares I may have offered up on a plane in the past. It’s amazing how perspectives change and how much grace increases.
Scott